I have always hated 'exercise'. I've never seen the point! It hurts. It hurts my muscles, it hurts my joints and it hurts my lungs. And it always has. Ever since I was a child. And I hated running round the playground in my knickers and vest with my bloated little hypo tummy hanging out. I could never keep up with the others and always lost whatever we played.
Then when I went to the secondary school, we still had to run around the playground in our knickers and vests, tossing balls - netball, rounders, whatever, it was all the same to me, I hated it all. And what was worse, now that we were 'big' girls, all the local dirty old men used to hang around the school railings to watch. It was so humiliating!
My worst memories hang around the weekly 'games' lesson - not what I would call a 'lesson' at all, we didn't learn anything useful - when we were taken in a stinking old coach, with a sign up front saying 'spitting is prohibited' to a muddy or frozen field where we were given lethal weapons called 'lacross sticks'. How nobody ever got killed I shall never know! It was almost impossible to control the bloody things. They waved around dangerously in the air as we tried to catch or throw the ball, with girls running all around you, pushing and shoving... A nightmare! But the only time that a girl got hit, it had to be me that hit her! I didn't do it deliberately. I didn't even know she was there. How could I see her? I didn't have eyes in the back of my head. But there she was. And as I waved my stick perilously backwards in a vain attempt to throw the ball, it came in contact with her head. Everyone looked at me as if it were my fault, but I just said, well, I shouldn't have been there in the first place! I didn't want to play Lacross!
But I've played them all: tennis, cricket, baseball, basket ball... And I've hated them all! I don't want to go running round after a ball like a demented dog! I'd far rather have a nice game of cards. That doesn't hurt and I usually win. But ball games.... Not for me.
Then, one year, there was this girl in my class who was the envy of us all. She had a boyfriend! None of us did. He was tall and athletic and oh so good looking. Sigh. Swoon. And then, one day, he died of a heart attack. And I said that's it, I'm not running round after a ball ever again. And I didn't - I haven't - I won't.
One hears of so many football players, athletes and the like dying of heart attacks that it really does make you wonder. And no doubt they all had terribly 'healthy' diets. And if they don't die of a heart attack, they retire and run to fat, so you wonder, was it all worth it? Well, there was the money, but apart from that? I suppose they enjoyed it, something I've never been able to do, but I enjoyed being a barmaid - à chaque un son gout!
So now my idea of winter sport is knitting by the fire, with the occasional trip to the fridge for a sandwich or two. With all my unhealthy eating and sedentary life style at least I didn't die of a heart attack at sixteen. So I'm not going to change now at my time of life. No marathons for me. If I want to go to London, I'll go in the car! I'm not suggesting anyone else follow my lead, but it works for me and that's all that counts.
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....very amusing Greygoose ! Am sure many will identify and empathise with you ! I was away at school - ( free scholarship ! ...before the brain fog set in ! ) - and was in every team possible as it meant I was able to play hockey and tennis at other shools and have a trip out ! Also escaped the dreaded washing up and laying table rotas on Saturdays - wonderful.
and Tortoises hibernate too... which is what the HypoT state seems to be!
I must say I did enjoy sport as a child/teenager - not hockey in the frost 'tho, or tennis in the rain - my legs wouldn't work after and my raquet twisted! Then after kids, a bit of Kung fu/kick boxing, swimming, but not at the mo, as long as I remain active, walking (uphill is tough enough!) I don't think we should overdo it either, but that's just my opinion too- call me lazy if you like! (maybe if I had some thyroid hormone I might be able to run again without being knackered for days!)
Having had defib training it appears that most 'heart attacks' in youngsters (or others) are actually 'cardiac arrests' - i.e. an electrical problem. Makes you wonder what the underlying problem was....hmm.....
Jane, I wouldn't dream of calling you lazy! I don't believe in 'lazy'. I believe that if people/kids are running around doing things there's an underlying problem. Could by thyroid, or could be something else, but 'lazy'? Nah. It's what I call an 'excuse word'.
But Concerned, I don't enjoy any of them! lol Far from alleviating aches and pains, I find it causes them. And I don't have to over-do it for it to hurt - unless you can over-do it in five seconds! I just wasn't built to move. lol
No, seriously, I used to dance. I love dancing. But I can't do that anymore because I can't breath. So, I'll just sit all the rest out, thank you. Sigh.
Also, I think I must have had peripheral neuropathy from a very young age because trying to run made me feel as if I was going to fall flat on my face. I was - still am - very unco-ordinated. Running around with other kids made me feel extremely vulnerable.
And there is also the fact that exercise is extremely boring! lol
I was the captain of the netball team (the only sport I ever saw the point of) but years and years of thyroid disease (I was hyper even when I was a netballer) has made exercise not just painful. It seems to be a brick wall.
I would love to exercise until I sweat as they say, but the wall arrives before the sweat! Walking any distance would be just wonderful!
The though of going to a gym, though, makes me switch off completely! What tedium! Nothing interesting to look at! Just sweaty obsessives to talk to (if you can!) I agree. Exercise for the sake of exercise is boring.
I was 4ft 11ins tall and weighed 6 stones. I was academic but academic doesn't get you Brownie points as a teenager. I discovered I was a pretty useful Centre so I worked on it and was chosen as captain.
Apart from being the Charity monitor and the French monitor, that was my one and only claim to fame at the grammar school I went to. I was never a prefect, I was never chosen to lead a debate (though I was good) possibly because I was small. If you doubt that, statistics show that small people are overlooked for promotion, and many other things.
But I was pretty nippy so it seemed that running under other people's reach was the place for me!
Yes, I used to love walking round different towns and cities. Not for the sake of the walking, you understand, but for the architecture. Just looking at buildings. Beautiful, ugly, I didn't care, just looking at the lines... I miss that.
I lived for sport when I was young - played it, watched it, couldn't get enough of it, and although my playing days are over I'm still an avid watcher (live and on the telly) of the pure sports like athletics, tennis and football. Everything stops in this house when the Olympics, World Cup etc. come around. My friends know better than to call on me or phone at such times!
My husband was the same and we passed this love on to our daughter. Both found it VERY hard when their sporting activities were badly affected by their illness, and I understand completely spareribs' point about why the heart would suddenly stop.
I almost agree too with you GG about the knitting - but there's nothing better than sitting in front of Football First on a Saturday night with the old knitting needles clattering along as I fume at what unfolds in front of me.
Well, each to his own! I've never liked watching sport, either. I just find it all so boring! I don't care who wins!!! lol I'm just not competitive at all. Yes, it's nice to win, be it a game of cards or a football match, but it's of very little importance to me.
But as I said, I'm not suggesting everybody should be like me. Just, please, don't anybody try to drag me into a game of mixed doubles because I wouldn't like it at all!! Just leave me to my knitting. lol
But I am like you greygoose - except it was hockey instead of lacross! I totally agree with everything you say - I wasn't built for exercise and always came last at everything I tried sports-wise. If I exercise it makes me feel worse than before I started, even if I try and build up my stamina. And I hate watching any kind of sport also (much to the disgust of my husband and son).
Glad to know I'm not alone! I played hockey too - I've played them all! lol Although nothing on ice. I have enough trouble standing up as it is, don't want any slippery complications.
I suppose my favourite was cricket - as long as I didn't have to bat - I always chose a fielding position as far away as possible, and then slowly made my way into the bushes and lay there chewing grass until the end of the lesson. That was quite agreable...
If you exercise, I think it has to be something you enjoy or what's the point? You end up not doing it.
When I was well, I used to exercise a lot but I did enjoy it. I hated games lessons at school and abhorred the cross-country runs in all weathers, but as an adult I loved running! It was my relaxation and I felt great afterwards. Since having my T3 taken away many years ago, I haven't enjoyed exercise, for similar reasons to yours. With a body that isn't functioning, exercise isn't fun I still walk a lot and I do karate, which is fantastic exercise, but I can't run. It's too hard to be enjoyable. Perhaps when I start feeling even better than now, I might get back to it. I do miss it.
I love knitting, crocheting and all sorts of crafts too. I have just bought my 6 year old daughter her first pair of knitting needles. I'm hoping she grows to love it too
Actually, Carolyn, I dream of running - other people dream they're flying, I dream I'm running. Because I've never been able to, for the reasons I gave above to Concerned. Add to that my present breathing problems and you've got a no-win situation. But I would so love to be able to run. Not after a ball, I hasten to add! Nor against a stop-watch. But just to feel the wind in my hair and the freedom of it. It must be magical.
But I agree whole-heartedly, what's the point if you don't enjoy it! I read somewhere, one of the top coaches in Parsi said that if you don't enjoy it, it isn't going to do you any good anyway. So that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it! lol
Good luck with teaching your daughter to knit. I never had much luck with my daughter when she was small. She's just suddenly taken to it at the age of 40! Better late than never!!!
I'm working on that thesis at the moment, thank you, Kathy. I do have asthma, always have but it came and went. It wasn't a permanent fixture, so to speak. But I think it's also something to do with muscle weakness because no matter how hard I try, I can't make my rib cage move the way it's supposed to.
Actually, I love tai chi - and I don't even consider it 'exercise'! lol - but I can no-longer do it. I couldn't stand on one leg to save my life now! And even those gentle movements would stress my breathing to breaking point. So, I've reluctantly had to give it up. I don't know anything about chi quong. I was going to go to a class but it turned out to be Thursday afternoon, and that just isn't convenient. So...
Oh, what a shame greygoose! Chi quong (or Chi Gung or Chi Kung) is mostly done standing and hardly moving from the spot. The aim, as in Tai Chi, is to "cultivate" chi (energy) which is healing to the body, mind and soul. Worth looking at if you feel inclined. By the way, I was merely teasing you after what you said about the tortoise living for 150 years because it moved slowly (he, he, he....)
Ah, another problem rears its ugly head! I have great difficulty standing in one spot for more than a few seconds. Well, a few minutes, anyway. Just can't do it. Have to sit down. No muscles! This is not just down to the hypo, I have other problems too.
So what I want is something I can do sitting down. Knitting? lol
There is always the 'exercise' which we don't even think about. Housework and the seasonal one of emptying wardrobes, drawers,etc wiping out with lavender oil or something similar. Washing (although we put them in machine) we have to take them out - in summer walk. down garden hang out clothese, vice versa when we bring them in. Ironing - maybe not too much if they are non-iron. I shampooed a carpet the other day and will do one a week till I finish. Do we do the shopping or get it delivered. We still have to put it away and re-arrange cupboards. Kitchens, bathrooms have to be done every day. Cooking.
A nice gentle walk round nice parks which have flowers etc. Exercise finished.
Absolutely right, Shaws. In fact, everything we do is 'exercise', right down to breathing and digesting. Anything that uses a calorie is exercise.
Unfortunately, what most people mean by the word is going to the gym or the swimming pool or something (what a disgusting form of exercise that is! Swimming. Oh, would be lovely in the Mediterranean but in a swimming pool??? All those... bodies in the same water. You never know where they've been! I don't care how much chlorine they put in the water, it still seems most unhygenic to me! And talking of cholrine, that's another thing that's bad for hypos. And the smell! I can't get within a hundred yards of a swimming pool without the chlorine making me gag and stopping my breath... Um... sorry).
As I was saying, most people - especially doctors - don't except that exercise is just any form of movement. If you don't pay for a subscription to the gym then it doesn't count! One doctor said to me, 'housework is not physical exercise!' lol Obviously, he didn't do much of it. But Dr D said in his book that all forms of 'exercise' are valid - even if they're free!
Quote from your post - "I shampooed a carpet the other day"
Due to my brain fogged state I initially read this as "I shampooed a cat the other day" and for a moment I was seriously impressed that someone could wash a cat and live to tell the tale. . .
Thanks for putting things in perspective with the picture GG, I fully agree with most of what you say. Swap the Lacrosse for hockey, which I hated with a vengeance, also netball. Think it was always because I was always so cold and as we had to walk about 1 1/2 miles to school each way I think we got our exercise. I do love dancing though and took up ballroom dancing in my early 20's to Bronze standard. Also like yoga and found it at least kept me supple, together with music and movement type keepfit which I did in place of dancing when I found my husband did not dance. At the moment too painful for any exercise, but walk my grandson to and from school twice a week so that will have to do. Knitting is at least 'on the move' and I enjoy that also. Janet.
I hated hockey, too. I hated them all!!! But funnily enough, I did almost enjoy athletics - throwing the javelin and the discus, and the long jump - but not the high jump! lol And even, oh, what's it called... where you have to run and leap over hurdles... I think the reason I liked that was because I was amazed that I could do it! It was only a short run and then the jumping bit was more a question of getting your legs in the right position than any show of force.
So, thank you, j_bee, for reminding me that there was something I was almost good at! lol
With you all the way, GG - I have traumatic memories of being the one nobody wanted on their team, because I couldn't catch a ball, couldn't run and was terribly clumsy - hated it all. Winter was the worst, so cold if you couldn't move fast enough to keep warm, stitch, cramp - actually, i take that back: swimming was the worst. It began in Summer term (now) and we were driven to an unheated, outdoor pool...agony...best days of your lives? Lol!
Yup, it was pretty horrendous! And the worst of it is I don't think it did me any good at all! Because of my undiagnosed/untreated hypo, and because we had to wear little white socks in all weathers, in the winter the skin on my shins turned to crocodile scales and cracked open and bled all down my little white socks.
And all I learnt from it was how to cheat and lie and skive off games. I learnt about being really unpopular, because when nobody wanted me on their team, I was forcably foisted onto one, much to their disgust because I made them lose. Really character-building, that was.
The only thing I wanted to do - if I could get away with it - was hang upside down on the climbing apparatus all lesson. That made me feel good! Then later, in the secondary school, joy of joys, they had a trapeze I could hang upside down on! That was a bit more difficult because you had to swing yourself up onto it, but where there's a will there's a way!
I later learnt from Dr Lowe that that was an early sign of adrenal fatigue... along with my big feet and crooked bottom teeth. I still love to hang my head over the edge of the bed and let the blood run to my brain - can't get on the trapeze anymore! lol But it makes me feel peaceful and relaxed. Anybody else do that?
Yes, I spent a lot of time on the floor too, but I'm not sure about the legs in the air... I ALWAYS sat on the floor to do anything - watch telly, read a book, do a jigsaw puzzle... I miss that. These days I only ever find myself on the floor by accident, do a bit of tidying while I'm down there, then wonder how the hell I'm going to get up again! Such is life...
I hated games at school too I was quite small and weedy and was always one of the last to be picked by classmates when netball and hockey teams were picked. I can still remember the humiliation. I can also remember the pain of being hit over the knuckles in the middle of winter by a waywardly hockey stick
However, I do enjoy sport a bit more now. A few years ago I took up running and was amazed at how quickly I got fitter. Not doing much running at the moment, but do try to go to a circuits class once a week (I'm probably the least fit there), and I've just got back from a lovely weekend away with friends walking in the Brecon Beacons - much more my cup of tea than team sports xxx
Well, it's not much fun when you know that you're the weakest link and you're probably going to make them lose! I can remember standing there slightly to the back - although I was tall as a child, just stopped growing at 12! - trying to pretend I wasn't there, and in any case, I couldn't care less if I wasn't picked, it was only a stupid game! But I didn't even convince myself. Bit of a cattle market, really. Like the ballrooms I went to in my early teens to learn to dance, where you sat there trying to look nonchalant, a plastic smile plastered on your lips, but hoping against hope that someone would ask you to dance! lol Ah well, water under the bridge, what. All in the horrible past.
Another one that hated games! Fast forward to me deciding to give up smoking by taking up running. At 6.00 am in Winter I used to creep out in my hoody aiming for the nearest roundabout. Became rather addicted, joined a club, took part in events and found myself running cross country races through bogs, along beaches, fields, woods etc. Eventually ran a cross-country marathon.
Also got involved in coaching for the local athletics club as well as coaching for my kids school.
Had to give up but took up mountain biking instead. Found myself organising ladies events involving singletrack and technical trails. This led to meeting random people, mostly blokes, in the woods and showing them the trails!! Mountain biking has become my passion despite being in my 50's and an absolute bike tart with 5 bikes!! Have met some fantastic people along the way.
Outdoor pursuits have done wonders for the crippling self-esteem that I've endured for far too many years. The sense of achievement has been tremendous and have many happy memories.
It's been bloomin' tough with not being able to do what I used to. Just before I became hypo, I was very fit and skinny with loads of stamina. Now it's acceptance and have stopped beating myself up. The countryside and scenery feeds my soul!!
Lol, the (traffic) roundabout was my target then if I was able to run to that then the next target would be another (traffic) roundabout further on!
The thing with mountain biking is that it's mostly men that do it and, believe me, there's some real characters! I had good local knowledge of the woods with the technical trails so regularly used to show people around from a cycling forum.
And no-one has mentioned the worst bit of games at school - the horrid showers afterwards!!!
I was hopeless and hated all games at school and never got picked for any teams. It's a chicken and egg thing - did I hate it cos it was so hard for me or was it hard for me because I hated it? Even then I got tired and breathless easily - a portend of hypot or lack of exercise? Who knows.
What I do know is my lovely grandma had a very athletic sister who competed nationally while my grandma got her exercise from cleaning alone. My grandma live to over 100 her sister to just over 60. Says it all!
Crotchet and sewing did it for my grandma and that's the way I'm going...
Oh yes, the showers. What a cruel thing to do to prepubescent girls! We're not like boys, we don't revel in prancing round naked, wagging our dongs! We all tried to cover ourselves with our hands, scarlet with shame. Although there was one girl... but best not think about her!
Hugs, Grey
PS There's no doubt in my mind, I hated it because it was pointless and stupid and boring and it hurt! lol
Have you ever tried bellydancing GG? It's great fun and very gentle.
Dear god, are you joking??? I don't doubt that it's great fun but I don't think we have the same definition of 'gentle'! I've watched belly dancing, and it looks lovely, and I wish I could do it, but 'gentle'? I don't think so.
To belly dance, I should imagine, you have to have a basic muscular structure and I don't. I have jelly in the place of muscles. You have to be co-ordinated and I'm about as co-ordinated as a puppet without strings. You have to have some form of musical appreciation, and I'm tone deaf. Also, you have to be capable of staying on your feet for more than ten seconds at a time. And that is not one of my best skills. All those things that you take for granted if you have them, but when you don't...
Besides, if I started swinging my great belly around, it'd cause tidal waves!
Sorry, LizaSahara, but as much as I'd like to I really don't think that belly dancing would be my thing.
It really depends the level and on the teacher. It can be incredibly demanding and athletic or it can be gentle. I've taught women with all of those issues - and I was gentle - but if it's not you're thing then it's not!
Today I'm nursing a sore knee caused by running so I'm re-thinking the need to run - shame as I was enjoying running - well, more walk a lot and run a bit... anyway, I had been enjoying it, and now even walking is hard. 'All those things you take for granted', indeed. I miss all those things I took for granted.
You are too sensible to say that you've never seen the point in exercise! You are just winding us up!
You don't have to freeze in your knickers or go charging about like a mad thing. Just try to make sure you do between 6000-10,000 steps a day by walking and that includes just walking round the house. The exercise is just for you and using your muscles regularly will stop a lot of the pain that comes with being sedentary.
Get yourself a pedometer and see just how many steps you are taking, they are cheap. I have made my sedentary husband realise just how little he moves by presenting him with a pedometer ,he used to play hockey, cricket and golf for his county but because he can't be as good as he was then he gave up! ...he didn't like being called sedentary, he didn't believe me when I told him he was but he believes the little pedometer. It's amazing how it has changed his life...especially when I say " I'm up to 8000...how are you doing?" off he charges to get his paper, rather than take the car. He might have given up on the games but he's still competitive...lol..it's a win win situation.
Greygoose the story of your school years is like reading an excert of my school years diary ... only we had hocky sticks at secondary school.
I hated school with a passion and not just the sports games ..it always took me longer to grasp things than everyone else although I got there in the end ...... the sports games like you were a nightmare as I always got hit with a bat or ball of some discription and everyone towering over me so I always finished up being pushed on the tarmac and went home with grazed legs and elbows, ( the ones that did well at sport were picked for the maypole dancing I would have loved the dancing around the maypole ) .. the long distance running because I was always the last one and I was scared in the fields on my own , the showering because I went through puberty at ten also had the big tummy which all looked much worse because I was so small.
I am doing excersises right now given to me by the Physio at the hospital ... like you I don't have muscle tone ... I stopped walking because of the pain.
Five years ago when I retired I went to gym and thought I could take up where I left off ten years previous when I damaged my knee .. I used to be very fit doing things I enjoyed, Power walking and latin American dancing .. also went to gym although the circit I could have missed if it wasnt for my friend pushing me along.
Anyway when I got there I did a full circit doing 25 reps like I used to not thinking anything about the fact I had done no real excersise other than working and housework for ten years !
Mmmmm wasn't a good idea the following morning I had so much pain throughout my body and chest that I could barely breath and had to phone my son as I thought I was having a heart attack. I had over done it, strained my muscles and torn my pectorial muscles.
I saw the physio at the surgery ( she was a tempory from Canada ) ... what she told me made me think and has stayed with me when I have the occasional burst of energy and my head thinks the rest of me is still very fit and 40 ish
She said '' you see the changes and aging taking place in your face, skin and body ? well those same changes are going on inside your body too '' be kind to it.
The Physio excersises I do now are all done on my back because of the pain when I stand or walk ... I do them on the bed right now because I can't get up off the floor.
Water .....
Maybe you could do something in water ? you need muscle for energy and oxyge so we need the muscle tone.
I have deterioated so much in the last 6 years and I won't let this illness beat me although there are times I feel like giving up
I am going to go and use a local hotel pool ... physio have given me water excersises to do as well as the ones on my back, while I am there I can also use the hotel jaquzzi and steam room and I'm going to have 20 min on their sun bed while I'm there because I so desperately need to feel some penetrating warmth and heat ... and its all in with the price of the swim.
Your physio sounds like a very intelligent woman. And I'm so sorry you missed the maypole dancing! I did it at Sunday school and it was great fun.
No, water exercises are out because of reasons I've given in another reply. The very idea makes me shudder. But it sounds like a good day out your going to have at the hotel. Wish I could join you!
I also have damaged knees - don't know what or how, just know they hurt. I also have a damaged hip. I spent ten days in hospital with that one and went through a king's ransome in tests and scans, all for them to say at the end of it that they had no idea what was wrong! It really inspires faith in them, doesn't it.
Right now I've got to go out - first time in two - three? - weeks. And I'm dreading it. Dreading going down the stairs because of my peripheral neuropathy and my damaged joints. Last time I went down them, I fell. It's going to take a lot of courage to go down them again. I laugh and joke about my predicament, but it's really not funny at all. I know how it's going to end and I just have to keep up appearances until then. He ho! That's life!
I know this might sound a little nuts but could you go down the stairs on your bottom?
I fell down the stairs when I was nearly 8 months pregnant with my son and nearly 21 years later I still feel cautious when walking downstairs. (He was fine although he insists it gave him a headache :-))
Well, I often do, on my inside staircase, but this one is outside (I live on the first and second floor of a large old house). And not only would it look very weird to the neighbours - who are always twitching behind their curtains, but I would then have a very dirty bum to go shopping with!
How strange, I also fell downstairs when I was about 8 months pregnant with my son. I had my two-year-old daughter in my arms at the time and I went from top to bottom - on my bum! I had a huge lump on the left cheek for about thirty years after that. But apart from that, mother and baby were unhurt, and my daughter thought I was playing - do it again, mum! Oh, but the shock was terrible! I thought I was going to go into labour on the spot. But I didn't. Just goes to show!
Funny thing is, when I was working in a factory at the age of about 20, I managed to fall down just ONE step and sprain my wrist! I really shouldn't be allowed out alone...
Well, I'm the exact opposite of your husband - I admit I'm sedentary and I'm in no way competitive. And I can assure you that I'm not winding you up when I say that I hate any form of sport or going to the gym.
Yes, I know about the exercise you do when you're not calling it exercise. We've discussed that above. But try telling that to people like the jolly-hockey-sticks games mistresses we used to have!
Don't get all heavy on me, ellarose! And let me knit in peace. lol
Scarred for life, quite definately. But I don't think my time was any worse than my schoolmates'. It's just that I wasn't physically equiped to deal with it. They were. My gripe is that my illness wasn't recognised when I was a child - not until I was 55, in fact! - it was just all my fault, according to them: I was fat, stupid and lazy and bad at games - because I wanted to be, presumably. How perverse is that!
Oh ! how I loved your story Greygoose, I now feel so much better when I hang my clothes on my treadmill.
I even purchased a "vibration plate" one that you stand on and get your brain shaken, not even paid for yet...but not for my old bones, or whats left of my brain, must conserve!!!!
My vision of you clouting that girl with your games stick realy appealed to my sense of fun.
You should write more about your youth, we all need a good laugh...Thank you X
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I still walk a lot and I do karate, which is fantastic exercise, but I can't run. It's too hard to be enjoyable. Perhaps when I start feeling even better than now, I might get back to it. I do miss it. 
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